"Who do the tentacles belong to?" Sucasa whispers, trusting Hera's assurance enough that she is peering around both of them to see who is behind the booth.
"One hundred," says the droid's brisk voice.
Wrema makes a token effort at pulling Sucasa back, then joins her in peering. It's something to do.
"One seventy-five," Hera returns briefly.
"You can't stare at everybody that isn't Chiss, Sucasa!" Is Wrema's response, hissed close to the other girl's ear. "It's rude."
But she still wants to know who has tentacles like that. They're neat.
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"One hundred," says the droid's brisk voice.
Wrema makes a token effort at pulling Sucasa back, then joins her in peering. It's something to do.
"One seventy-five," Hera returns briefly.
"You can't stare at everybody that isn't Chiss, Sucasa!" Is Wrema's response, hissed close to the other girl's ear. "It's rude."
But she still wants to know who has tentacles like that. They're neat.